From the beginning she was impossible. The impossible girl. I met her in the Dalek asylum, never saw her face, and she died. I met her again in Victorian London, and she died. Saved my life both times, giving her own. And now she’s back. And she’s perfect. Perfect in every way for me. Clara. My Clara. Always brave, always funny, always exactly what I need.
If 1 in 10 teens are gay, then statistically, there are two gays in each of my classes… I’m one, so where’s the other one? Come out come out wherever you are ya little shit
im not sure if that last line is a pun or not